Interrupted Anniversary

Shyla and Alina have five years behind them—laughs, fights, and nights that still make them wet. They plan to mark the day with skin and tongue. They settle in, bare already beneath soft robes, when the boss rings. Casey’s voice fills the room while Alina’s fingers trace slow circles over Shyla’s nipple, keeping her on edge. The call ends; the robes hit the floor. Shyla’s blonde hair spills across Alina’s darker, smaller breasts as they kiss hard enough to bruise. Then the friends arrive—April, Cadence, Abigail—laughing, kicking off heels, pouring wine, pretending the two naked women on the couch are perfectly ordinary. Shyla and Alina smile, nod, count the minutes. When the chatter peaks, they slip down the hall. Behind a locked door they fall onto cool sheets. Alina parts Shyla’s thighs and licks once, slow, tasting salt and heat. Shyla answers with her own mouth, sucking Alina’s clit between her lips while two fingers slide in deep. They rock together, 69 tight, tongues flicking, hips rolling, every wet sound swallowed by the sheets. Breasts press, nipples graze, sweat gathers at the small of Alina’s back. Shyla curls her fingers just right; Alina moans into her cunt and comes first, thighs trembling around Shyla’s ears. Shyla follows seconds later, clit pulsing against Alina’s tongue, the future nowhere in sight.